attempt one

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hot to the touch

with a heart of ice

i saw you and I thought you were so ethereal

they way your hair fell in front of your face

they way your eyes spoke words your mouth wouldn't dare

the way your voice was able to make the harshest words sound so angelic

but pretty things destroy

and i guess my heart was the perfect toy

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